He squeezed at my buttocks and ran his hands back up and down my thighs. His eyes gazed down at my mound hidden beneath my panties. His palmed followe... my panty line from the hip and over to my warming vagina. Palms rubbed over the thin cotton and he massaged my mound in a circular motion. I gasped in surprise at the touch to my tingling vagina .Unaware my legs spread ever so slightly to the unwanted molestation of my private parts. His hand moved in circles harder and faster with each passing. Anna was a class act and charming as heck, so I thought she’d be perfect for the job.The carpenters were just finishing up fabricating an easy to disassemble stage across one end of the first floor ballroom. The ballroom was a large space, fifty feet wide and a hundred feet long. I envisioned having a small stage for the house band and a larger stage for other types of entertainment. I’d truly love to put on some type of stage show at least two nights a week, if we could draw the crowds to make. The pain started in her pussy, and it felt as though her flesh was being torn from her body. The pain rose higher, up her stomach, then to her breasts and it felt as though they were being torn from her body as well. At the same instant, she came, in spite of the terrible pain now in her nipples. Peter had timed it well. By now, he recognized the stages of Susan’s climax, and as she was only a second away, he pulled the leather cords, hard and away from her, tearing the clothes pins from her. I just about died trying to keep from bursting out laughing.After a while, Wynne excused herself and went back to her room, and the air of judgement hanging over everyone seemed to lift a little. I loved Wynne, I really did, as I might have loved a grandmother, but I didn't enjoy the feeling when she directed that holier-than-thou glare at me.Over the course of the evening, the volume in the place rose, until I could no longer even hear Aedan verbally fencing with Isabela. The music got a bit.